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Paws Off - Izzy Stradlin

(his hands here rahhh)

warnings : brief sexual content, titty rubbing, getting caught, kissing, arguing

word count : 1.9k

pairing : izzy stradlin x fem!reader

When you met your older brothers bandmates, you took interest in the raven haired rhythm guitarist. Izzy knew Duff's number one rule, no fraternization with his sister, Izzy just didn’t care.

Slash caught you the first time. You were living with Duff and his girlfriend at the time and you arranged a fourth of July party, grilling at Duff’s and then heading to the beach.

When you were putting your bikini on, Izzy had managed to slither away from the group and sneak into your room. He hardly knocked and barged right in. Without locking the door, he slammed it shut and practically ran over to you. He grabbed your face and started kissing you. You ran your hands up and down his torso, over his white shirt before slipping your hands underneath.

He detached his lips from yours and laid on the bed, back supported by the headboard. He motioned for you to come get in the bed with him. You untied your bikini top and let it fall to the ground. You sat on your knees next to him, your arms supported by a bed pillow.

Before you reattached at the lips, he groped your breast, pinching and rubbing your nipple repeatedly. “God, you know I love your tits, baby.”

You laughed and put your head down. He grabbed your chin and pressed his lips back onto yours. Ten minutes had passed and by this time, you had your hand down Izzy’s unbuckled jeans. He had his lips attached to your neck, trying to cover his moans.

You couldn’t hear Slash walking up the stairs, nor did you hear him call out for you and Izzy. He slightly knocked on your door, which you did not hear as you were preoccupied with listening to your boyfriend's sweet whimpers.

You heard him let out an extended gasp, you and Izzy pulling apart, him grabbing a pillow to cover you up.

“Jesus, man! Don’t you knock?!”

“Me?! I’m not the one sticking my dick in my bandmate's little sister!”

It was your turn to speak up. You interrupted their bickering and pleaded, “Slash, listen to me! You cannot tell Duff. If he finds out, he either kills Izzy or sends me back home. Please, Slash, I am begging you.”

“I won’t tell him, but he will find out, sooner or later. So keep your touching to a minimum. And Christ, Izzy, are you a vampire?”

You looked at him, confused. He motioned to his neck, and pointed at the mirror and left. You grabbed your bikini top from the ground and quickly tied it. You looked in the mirror and saw your neck, littered with hickeys.

You saw Izzy still laying in the bed, buckling his jeans back up. “You look so hot right now, Iz.”

He peeked his head up and went back to unbuckling his jeans, “Why don’t you come back over here and I can show you just how hot I can be.”

All of you were at the Cathouse, including Duff and Steven’s girlfriends, whom you were close with. The three of you sat and chatted. You had been staring at Izzy, who was at the bar, getting yet another bottle of Jack.

Marina caught your gaze, turning to look at whatever you had your eyes locked on. “Girl, why are you burning holes into poor Izzy?”

You snapped out of your trance and apologized. You smiled and told them, “Yeah, I guess you can say we’re kind of going out.”

“Huh? Duff told me the other day that he has a girlfriend,” Cat said. Marina nodded in agreement. “Her name’s like Amanda, sorry Y/N.”

“That can’t be true, Slash walked in on us a month ago,”

“Why don’t you go ask him?”

You got up from the booth, tears in your eyes. You walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Hey, Y/N, what can I do you for?” He asked you, wrapping his arm around you.

“Who’s Amanda?”

He went white and Duff spoke up, “Amanda’s his new girlfriend, heard them banging the other night!”

You let out a small gasp at Duff’s explanation, looking up at Izzy. Before he could say anything to you, you walked back over to the booth, grabbed your house keys and left.

You made it back to Duff’s apartment and slammed your bedroom door shut. You didn’t know why you were so upset, it’s not like you were seeing each other for long.

You had fallen asleep in your day clothes and woke up in the middle of the night to Duff and Cat coming home. Cat walked into your room, kneeling next to you on the floor.

She pet your hair and comforted you, telling you it was going to be okay.

The next morning, you heard a whole bunch of commotion downstairs. You overheard Duff saying, “Yeah, she’s in her room, if you want to see her.”

God, no. Please don’t be Izzy. You crossed your fingers and prayed that it wasn’t Izzy.

You heard two raps on the door, “Y/N/N, it’s Slash. Can I talk to you?”

You shuffled out of bed and opened the door. You let him in and he sat down in the chair in the corner.

He started, “You remember when I caught you two in this bed right here,”

You nodded and let him continue, “Izzy came to me that night, begging me to not tell Duff. I wasn’t going to tell Duff either way, but he begged and begged and he told me that he really liked you. Last night, he came to me again. He really likes you, Y/N. He screwed Amanda so he didn’t get attached to you, he took Duff’s rules into consideration.”

“Where is he?”

“Downstairs.”

“Send him up here.”

Slash nodded and you felt his heavy footsteps reverberate through the floor.

Izzy walked into your room a few minutes later. “Hey, honey.”

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for him. “Hi, Iz.”

You patted the spot next to you and had him sit next to you. “Izzy, I love you, I know it’s only been a few months but I love you so much, and you hurt me. I had to hear from my best friends that the guy who I thought was my boyfriend is banging another girl, but to hear it from Duff and not you, really hurt.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you. Amanda didn’t mean anything, I was just trying to push you in the back of my mind to respect Duff. I’m sorry I hurt you, but I only slept with her once and I kicked her out right after, because she wasn’t you. I missed you-”

You cut him off, “Shut up, stop talking.” You kissed him hard and ran your fingers through his hair. He fell backwards on the bed, you on top of him.

He had his hands on your backside as you straddled him. You separated, pulling your shirt off.

“Hey, little sis,” Duff had walked right in. He gasped loudly, letting out all of his air. You were quick to put on a shirt, getting off Izzy as he fixed his hair from you gripping it.

“Izzy, out.”

Izzy quickly left the room, not wanting to hear Duff rip you a new one.

“You are grounded for… till you’re dead.”

“For till I’m dead!?”

“For till you’re dead!”

“Duff, please,”

“No! When you came to live with me, there was one condition, one. You were off limits to my bandmates. They aren’t good, Y/N. I don’t need you exposed to the rock and roll lifestyle. I chose this life, but I will not let you live like this. You’re going back home, pack your stuff.”

“Duff, I’m not going home. I don’t want to. I like it here. You can't make me leave.”

“You do not get to make this decision. Pack. now.”

You had already been crying but he made you cry harder. Izzy heard the argument from downstairs.

Duff turned his head towards the stairs as Izzy made his way up.

“And as for you, Izzy. I told you no paws on my sister. I thought you would’ve respected that.”

You slammed your door in Duff’s face, screaming, “I hate you!” at the top of your lungs.

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. You’re just mad cause you got caught with your little boy toy.”

Izzy had left the apartment by this time as you and Duff had a screaming match through your bedroom door.

“I mean every. Fucking. Word, Duff. You send me away and I will hate you for the rest of my life.”

You didn’t hear a comeback, just an exasperated sigh and footsteps. You took it upon yourself to leave Duff’s permanently. You packed your bags, including everything Duff had bought for you and left while he and Cat were sleeping.

When Duff woke up the next morning, he went to Y/N’s room and knocked on the door. “Y/N, let's talk about this,” he knocked and the door opened on its own. He looked around the four walls to see an empty closet, no bed sheets or comforter on the bed, no shoes, no purse. He checked the bathroom to see no makeup, no perfume, no hair products, nothing. It was as if no one had ever lived there. He ran downstairs to Cat, who was sitting on the couch, sniffling. When he looked over, there was an envelope on the coffee table.

He opened his and it read,

Duffy,

I’m sorry I caused so many problems, but if I’m gone I won’t be an issue. I hope you and Cat have a nice life.

Y/N

He grabbed his keys and a coat and drove down the street to where Izzy, Slash, and Steven were residing.

He banged on the door and continued until Steven opened the door. “Man, what? It’s nine in the morning.”

“Is Y/N here?”

“Do you see her anywhere?”

“Steven, I’m serious, is she here?”

“No, why, what’s wrong?”

“I think she may be heading back to Seattle right now.”

Duff heard Izzy from behind Steven, “What?” Izzy was shirtless, purple marks all over his chest.

“Jesus, Iz. Is she here?” Duff asked Izzy. Izzy nodded and said, “Yeah, but she doesn’t want to see you.”

“I need to see her.”

You came down the stairs and saw Duff standing in the living room, note in hand. “What, Duff? Literally what do you want?”

“I thought you left without the McKagan goodbye.”

“I am leaving, since all I did was cause issues between you two. I just wanted to see Izzy one last time.”

“Please don’t leave, Y/N. I need you here. You're my baby sister, I love you more than life itself and I don’t know if I could survive without you. I’m sorry I was an ass. You and Izzy can be together, I don’t care anymore. As long as you're here with me.”

“Aw, Duffy. Don’t cry.” You walked down the stairs and over to him, wrapping your arms around his tall stature, hugging your older brother.

“I just love you so much, I didn’t want to lose you.”

You pulled away from Duff and he promised he would let you and Izzy be together and that he wouldn't be upset about it anymore.

Duff had left to go back home, taking all your stuff with him to put your room back together. You and Izzy ran hand in hand up the stairs and back to his bedroom.

“Let’s go have some fun, baby.”

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